Chaotic Chapter 5
Felicia, Punk, Okami and Ryan walked into the main room of the armory, near the entrance.
“How long have we been here?” Punk asked.
Okami took out a watch from his pocket,
“About 50 minutes. Perhaps an hour and a half was too long,” Okami said.
“Ha! Who knew Riker'd be right?” Punk laughed. He sat down, his back against a wall. He kept one leg flat against the ground and put raised left knee, resting his left arm on it. “Nothing to do now but wait till Riker gets back with the car.”
Felicia pulled out an old container from under a half-broken desk and sat on it. Okami leaned against the wall and Ryan stood up, looking out the window.
“Who ya looking out for?” Felicia asked sharply. She was giving Ryan a nasty look.
“Um, no one, just...looking.” Ryan replied nervously.
Punk sighed. “Ryan, listen. Felicia is just busting your balls.”
“No, I wanna scare him.”
Ryan swallowed hard. Suddenly, the screeching of tires rang through the room. They all moved to the window and looked outside to see Riker speeding towards the armory.
“What was that?” Dave asked.
“I dunno, sounds like it came from further down the hall,” Riker said softly. He moved over the door and pressed his body against it. He peered out slowly and looked down both directions of the hallway. He rubbed his head and slowly crept out of the room. “I think I saw something move down that way.”
Riker took the crowbar out of the bag and slowly started down the hallway, moving deeper into the hospital.
“No, Riker wait!” Dave whispered urgently. He slunked back a bit nervously, but sighed. He took a crowbar out of his bag and started after Riker.
The two moved slowly down the dimly lit hallway. Riker had an alert look on his face, his mouth was slightly open, but his teeth were clenched. His eyebrows were furrowed, and as usual, one was above the other. He moved in a crouching position, carefully looking around as he did. Behind him, Dave stood upright and held the crowbar with both hands. He had a worried look on his face and was breathing through his mouth in small pant-like breaths. He was looking around too, but another clang brought his attention forward. Two small voices broke out in a room further down the hallway. They couldn't make out much of what they were saying, but managed to hear a gruff voice say “Jesus, idiot, you wanna drop something else?” Riker and Dave stopped. Riker looked back and nodded at Dave. Dave's eyes widened slightly.
“Oh you're not going to-” he tried to whisper to Riker, but Riker kept on moving. Maybe he didn't hear him. Maybe not.
Riker crept up to a slightly open door. The voices were coming from inside. He could make out two adult males. From the sound of it, they were moving things around, he could hear the sounds of small objects clattering. He looked back at Dave, who had reduced to taking small steps. Riker silently urged him on to come closer, but Dave's pace didn't increase. Riker sighed silently and peered into the room. Inside, two men were putting small containers of pills into pillowcases.
“I think that's all the boss wanted,” said one of the men. He wore a beanie on his head and was of Asian ethnicity. He had sunken cheekbones and dark eyes, though this may have just been caused by the dim lighting. The other man was white and wore a red hoodie. He had on gloves and compact boots. He tied the pillowcase shut and slung it over his shoulder.
“Hey man, we can't forget that sound from before, the glass smashing,” the one with the beanie said.
Riker stood up straight away from the door, leaning against the wall. His breath became sharp, but remained quiet. His eyes were wider.
“What do we do if someone is in here?” the blonde asked.
“Simple, we get rid of 'em. No cops are around anymore anyway, so there's nothing to worry about.
“Alright, let's get the hell out of here,” he rubbed his hands through his moppy blonde hair and the two men started towards the door.
Riker gave a frantic look to Dave and motioned back towards the room with the defribrillator. Dave gave him a confused look at first, but got it with the second motion. He quickly began to move back towards the room.
“You hear that, sounds like footsteps,” the blonde said. The two men began to move faster towards the door. Riker held up the crowbar and as the one with the beanie came running out, Riker hit him in the head. The man slumped down and lay on the floor. The blonde was still in the room and stopped as he saw Riker knock out his companion. Riker panted and looked at the blonde. The two made eye contact for a few seconds, and Riker swung at him with the crowbar. The man moved, narrowly dodging it and swinging the bag into Riker's face. Riker fell back, dazed but started running down the hallway. The man dropped the pillowcase and picked up the crowbar. He followed Riker, running faster than he was. Riker ran into the room and threw himself to the side. The man ran in and met Dave, who shoved the defribrillator into his chest. The man let out a quick yelp and his body shook slightly. He dropped the crowbar and fell back, slumping onto the floor. Spit dribbled from his mouth. He was conscious, but wouldn't moving for a while. Dave ran past him and met Riker at the door.
“Quick, he won't be down for long, we gotta get the hell outta here!” Dave said frantically.
“No, we gotta get the stuff!” Riker said. “Those guys are gonna be down for a while, so we can hurry up and then leave!”
Riker started back towards the room. Dave sighed, knowing he couldn't change Riker's mind. He stepped over the blonde's twitching body and followed Riker. The two held the bags in their sweaty palms and went into the room. Inside, Dave moved around and put different containers and boxes into the bags. When he was done, he tossed Riker a bag and the two left the room. Dave started down the hall, but Riker stopped. The man with the beanie was gone. Riker's jaw dropped and he started running. He ran past Dave.
“Whoa, what is it?!” Dave yelled, running now as well.
“Just haul ass!” Riker yelled back.
The two ran out of the hospital and dove into the car. Riker started it up and sped off. As he traveled down the road, Dave sat in the passenger seat. They were both panting.
“How'd you know...the paddle thing worked?” Riker asked between breaths.
“I...didn't...” Dave said, leaning back against the seat.
As they drove down the street, the sound of screeching tires made them alert. Riker looked through the rear-view mirror and saw a black, beaten up car driving after them. Inside, the man with the beanie was holding his head and had a fierce look set on his prey.